Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.